voidtreckernet | Following that other one... [video]

Creed had been woken up by the booming voice, and then had witnessed on the ICP what was going on. When Tony's comes through, Creed moves silently to the dining car. He grabs a crate, flips it over, and sits on it, leaning against the wall. For all the world, he looks like a lazy feline, one fat and content. But his claws are out, and while his eyes are closed, his senses are wide open.

Anyone comes close, he cracks open one eye slowly. He'll keep an eye out for the kids, but if anything comes close to threatening... Well. He's got a reputation for a reason.

Tony noticed the man against the wall looking like a gargoyle, protective, menacing, and silent. He understood that feeling very well, but even hardened men could use a little bit of support.

He opted for coffee instead of chocolate as he brought a mug over and held it out to Creed, clearing his throat to get his attention. He also had a cup he was sipping from that smelled faintly of alcohol and bust mostly coffee.

There isn't any need for the cleared throat. Creed can smell the coffee, and the alcohol, and the man carrying it. One clawed hand reaches up and takes the cup with a little salute. He sips it cautiously, not even pushing his hat back.

Honestly, he's here for the kids, and smells the fear, the uncertainty that is in the air around here. No one knows what's going on. But if anyone tries to get in, they'll be alone with ol' Sabretooth. Not a pleasant place to be.

"Bunch of bullshit." He rumbles after a minute, more into his cup than anything.

It was difficult not to notice when he arrived, as large a presence as he is. Kitty had seen him, for sure, but while part of her wonders if she should say something, she isn't even sure what to say. Or if he'll even want to talk to her, after how things went over the last time.

So she doesn't go over directly, but she ends up hovering around (not literally) near him as she continues helping set up more blanket forts.

He watches them set up blanket forts for the kids and wonders if this is going to be a permanent solution. If they're going to be punishing murderers on this train, well, his hands ain't clean.

"Darlin', c'mere." He says, holding out a clawed hand to her. He's not her Sabretooth, but he's just as deadly, if not more so.

She glances up when he speaks, wondering for a moment if he'd been speaking to her. When she realizes that yes, his words were directed at her, she sets down the blanket she's holding and walks over.

"What's up?" she asks softly, trying to keep her tone casual. She makes note of the claws, and while she has no doubt that he's just as dangerous as the Sabretooth she knows, she finds she isn't as afraid of him.

But there's still a part of her that tells her to be careful.

He can smell the fear on her. Smell it and hates it. It sets his hackles up. He gets his hands on the guy that did this? Well, it won't be pretty.

"You need any extra blankets?" He asks. He's sitting on a few, he can spare them to help the kids out.

The fact that he's doesn't sound angry, even with his claws out, does relax her a bit at least. But she is still a bit shaky as she steps closer, despite her best attempts to hide it.

"Oh...sure, I think we could use a few more. Thanks."

He gets up and hands her a couple that he was sitting on. Then he puts one of those large, clawed paws on her shoulder. "Gonna be alright. Ol' Creed won't let anything happen." Not to her, not to the other kids. This is his realm of expertise: Protection.

As she take the blankets from him, she looks up at him. Then she smiles, and he might feel some of the tension in her body relax a bit.

"Right," she says softly. "Thank you."

She's a little surprised by the sudden urge to hug him - or maybe she just really needed a hug herself - but she isn't sure they were that close yet.

He doesn't smile back, because right now, it'd be all fangs, and that's not what she needs.

"Anytime darlin'." He says, gently. If she hugged him, he wouldn't mind.

It's that little term of endearment - no matter how deep its meaning went - that finally let her give into the want for a hug. It feels a bit childish, as she wraps her arms around him as best as she can, but it isn't as awkward as she'd thought it would be.

It just feels...reassuring.

He wraps his arms around her, pulling the claws in. He gently cups the back of her neck and pulls her in close. Holding her is nice. It reminds him of Jubilee and her awesome hugs. He drops his head onto hers, and just lets her hold onto him for as long as she needs.

She can't help a small smile, the extra touches of affection feeling even more relaxing somehow. Even though it does make her heart ache a little for a more familiar presence from back home, the hug was still comforting and sorely what she needs right now.

After another long moment, she finally draws back a bit. Not so much to slip out of his hold completely, but just enough to look up at him.

"Thanks."

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Maru wandered past the Unhappy Guy from that time on the mission. He paused, turned, and moved over. He'd wanted to go and try and soothe the kids but he didn't seem at all happy so he moved closer and sat down.

He cocked his head to the side and watched quietly for a moment before he finally spoke. "Are you alright?"

Sure. A talking cat. Why not? He's put up with everything else that this train has thrown at him, so why not this? But the smell is familiar, so not someone new. He's not sure he could handle "new" right now.

"Just waitin'." He says. Waiting for a fight is what he's doing. "Kids doin' alright?"

"They're afraid and nervous. But I think everyone is." Maru said before he moved, hopping up onto the table beside the other. He dropped himself down to lay with his head upon his paws and sighed. "I wonder if everyone is waiting for that shadow to show up..."

If it did, what would he do? What could he do? Maybe he would just take all the kids away. He could move fast when he wanted. Speed them all out of the way and let people like this guy deal with the shadow. That seemed the best option. "It's so bothersome..."

He nods. He can smell the fear, the uncertainty and the nervousness. He knows what's going on. Everyone's trying to hide it - hell, even he is trying to be subtle - but no one's doing a very good job.

"Won't get in here." He growls, softly. Please let it try.

Maru turned his gaze toward the door, and then back to the big guy. While Maru didn't growl, he could understand why the guy was angry. And agreed with him. The thing wouldn't get in. Maybe he couldn't do too much, but he would do what he could to stop it from hurting anyone else. He'd help.

He wasn't really afraid, if he was honest. That would require a level of caring about himself that Maru just didn't have. Was he worried? Yeah, he was that. He didn't want his Eve or any of the people he knew as friends to get hurt. But there was no fear in him.

"I don't think it'd dare. Too many people."

Creed pulls his hat down over his face. "You'd be surprised at what people might do." He rumbles, keeping an ear on the people in the car, and the people coming in. He doesn't like this. He needs to be able to go smell who this might be, but the kids are more important.

"Not really... Not much surprises me about humans..." Maru sighed heavily and closed his eyes. When it came to their capacity for bad, no, he wasn't surprised. He'd lived for a long enough time to see some of the worst that humanity had to offer. And yet he was convinced that he was the monster. Go figure.

Creed's blue eyes peek open and look at Maru. "I ain't human." He says, closing his eye again, and settling in to wait. Honestly, he doubts anything will happen, but he feels better, being a menace.

A little kitty shrug and a lazy yawn.

"Neither am I." He had once. A long, long, long time ago. But not anymore.

Creed rumbles out a chuckle. "Didn't expect you to be." He stretches a bit.

"You always a cat?"

"Nope." And then, after a little kitty shrug, Maru shifted back to his human self in a little blue/black puff of smoke.

He sat on the table, legs crossed, blue jacket on and his hood up. The black fur lining looking very much like cat ears. "Guess I'm a vampire... kind of. But I like snacks, not blood... so I wonder sometimes."

Creed - OTA; watch the temper

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